WEDNESDAY
FEB 28, 2018

Prettiest Eyes

NAG | Muddle | Beije

Prettiest Eyes

"Very pleased to be working with these boys… I first saw them ages ago at the Satellite and they were cake-takers that night…now, they are stronger and weirder than ever. I couldn’t believe this new batch of tunes, their bananas-energy live show, and their fans are hard-core heads; just a soup of dance and mouths agog. Brutal, fractured, pogoing beats played by Pachy, also the singer, belching out vocal smoke rings in the laser light above the din. They are flat out commands, militaristic in their delivery and yet catchy, like you like em. Marcos, an extro-sensual bassist who climbs inside of your mind-clothes while grinding out aggressively greasy throbs and pulls. And Paco, the keyboardist who at times plays reeling wailing lines that could be mistaken for a number of other instruments…and the hair on this dude. I have a hard time remembering how nice his face is off stage, all you can see is a whip wigging out. They are captivating, they are odd, they make strange and interesting choices…futuristic and yet drawn from the same sonic sludge that all mankind derives from. They live and breathe early Los Angeles punk vibes while still innovating at every turn. There is electricity in this sound. They simply rule and what a pleasure to hear the album doesn’t stray far from what makes them just melt it in person. Recorded perfectly to harness the animal on a nice inanimate slab of plastic you can take home. For fans of Screamers, Suicide, Chrome, and yes, a hint of a down unda Birthday Party." – John Dwyer

"Very pleased to be working with these boys… I first saw them ages ago at the Satellite and they were cake-takers that night…now, they are stronger and weirder than ever. I couldn’t believe this new batch of tunes, their bananas-energy live show, and their fans are hard-core heads; just a soup of dance and mouths agog. Brutal, fractured, pogoing beats played by Pachy, also the singer, belching out vocal smoke rings in the laser light above the din. They are flat out commands, militaristic in their delivery and yet catchy, like you like em. Marcos, an extro-sensual bassist who climbs inside of your mind-clothes while grinding out aggressively greasy throbs and pulls. And Paco, the keyboardist who at times plays reeling wailing lines that could be mistaken for a number of other instruments…and the hair on this dude. I have a hard time remembering how nice his face is off stage, all you can see is a whip wigging out. They are captivating, they are odd, they make strange and interesting choices…futuristic and yet drawn from the same sonic sludge that all mankind derives from. They live and breathe early Los Angeles punk vibes while still innovating at every turn. There is electricity in this sound. They simply rule and what a pleasure to hear the album doesn’t stray far from what makes them just melt it in person. Recorded perfectly to harness the animal on a nice inanimate slab of plastic you can take home. For fans of Screamers, Suicide, Chrome, and yes, a hint of a down unda Birthday Party." – John Dwyer

NAG

"Nag’s entrance to the Atlanta punk scene was largely unheralded despite a savage debut EP released last May. Yet if the cassette flew under the radar, there was no way to ignore the trio’s frequent live shows (it almost felt like the band played a show every weekend of 2016). Though the group began as the mind-sick brainchild of Brannon Greene (Predator, GHB), the trio’s collaborative energy is embodied by Ryan Fetter’s intricate, yet melodic drumming. If the genius of Nag lies in the complexity of their most abrupt tracks, it’s compounded by a marauding energy which seeps through their angular excursions. The band has a busy year ahead of them, beginning with the release of a 7″ on Total Punk in February and another 7″ this spring on Pelican Wow Wow Records. As if that wasn’t enough, the band will drop another 7″ later in the year on Chunklet. Additionally, Nag will tour the Midwest with Rubbermate this summer, and despite the overload, they plan to finish writing an LP by the end of the year." -Immersive Atlanta

"Nag’s entrance to the Atlanta punk scene was largely unheralded despite a savage debut EP released last May. Yet if the cassette flew under the radar, there was no way to ignore the trio’s frequent live shows (it almost felt like the band played a show every weekend of 2016). Though the group began as the mind-sick brainchild of Brannon Greene (Predator, GHB), the trio’s collaborative energy is embodied by Ryan Fetter’s intricate, yet melodic drumming. If the genius of Nag lies in the complexity of their most abrupt tracks, it’s compounded by a marauding energy which seeps through their angular excursions. The band has a busy year ahead of them, beginning with the release of a 7″ on Total Punk in February and another 7″ this spring on Pelican Wow Wow Records. As if that wasn’t enough, the band will drop another 7″ later in the year on Chunklet. Additionally, Nag will tour the Midwest with Rubbermate this summer, and despite the overload, they plan to finish writing an LP by the end of the year." -Immersive Atlanta

Muddle

"The spasmodic energy of proto-punk gets a cable access makeover by some teenage twerps that overdosed on mid-80s SST weirdness while shooting fireworks at each other in the burnt-out husk of a Snap Fitness and stumbling over the bloated corpses of steroid-infused white boys." -Immersive Atlanta

"The spasmodic energy of proto-punk gets a cable access makeover by some teenage twerps that overdosed on mid-80s SST weirdness while shooting fireworks at each other in the burnt-out husk of a Snap Fitness and stumbling over the bloated corpses of steroid-infused white boys." -Immersive Atlanta